Don't Think Twice

Dark eyes studied Revas for a moment. She took in the stiffness of his stance, the way he held his shoulders… even the stubborn set of his jaw, his mouth… ah. Rather than prod at him further, she withdrew, clasping her hands behind her back instead. Her gaze went to one of the windows, and Mythal decided that she would indeed make her way back outside. She liked the sun, and even when the skies were overcast, the stones were warm and aware in a way that made her feel… less disoriented in this time that was not her own. The world was no longer familiar, and there were moments when this form was as strange to her as the quicklings that ruled over this fragmented land.

But he followed, half a step behind her. She did not know how much more of an invitation he needed to speak his mind, so she surmised that it had to be their surroundings rather than any true sense of discomfort he had in her presence. Curious that he would have any source of discomfort around her at all… perhaps time had not been kind to him. The corners of her mouth tipped downwards. Time had not been kind to any of them, though she did not feel it as keenly as the others.

Is this Skyhold much like you remember? I have heard that the Inquisition did extensive repairs to the structures around us, though not in the same manner in which they were first erected. I often wonder if there will be more rebuilding to be done. Mythal held no opinion on this matter herself, so enjoyed in discovering the opinions of others.